Hello Today.
Hello history,
how dear and close you are to me.
Those memories you wrapped so nice,
and the wounds that you put on ice.
The cuts you've sewn,
mistakes from which you've grown.
Pills swallowed and stolen,
promises made then broken.
Hearts healed and then wrecked,
with the awful things I have said.
The nights on that bathroom floor,
dry heaving and tossing, begging for more.
Something real like death to settle the score,
of all the people I ruined with bruises and sores.
For all the hems and seams I had torn.
And the little thread that tried to keep me secure.
Speaking of Soares,
I have to apologize.
Specifically you to for all the trouble and the lies.
To commend you for your seemingly infinite tries,
to heal my broken wing so I could finally fly.
Although you never saw me when I took off, I've landed,
back in the place I was born and demanded,
that I bring all my ******** up ways to an end.
I'm just sorry I couldn't convince you that I still consider you a friend.
Now that I mentioned,
once again for the umpteenth time that I respect him,
I'm hoping, dear angels, he may listen,
to the words that I'm taking the effort to position,
on the air flow straight through his ear to his brain,
so maybe someday he can say that I am sane.
Until then there will be these stupid poems,
to hold his attention till he allows me to get to know 'em.
The new Pete,
not the Poutey,
Shout out to you love, you made it out of the county,
and by county I meant high school.
I knew that you could do it.
You're more than just wise and you didn't need a diploma to prove it.
And another shout out to the next girl you love and holds your heart too.
You break that ******** thing and I'll surely let loose.
So hold him close and b***h don't you let him go.
He's a fine fellow, and I would be the one to know.
I ruined his brain made him insane for a moment,
but then he broke those ties and flew, and went straight to my face to show it.
And I can't convey how proud I am,
of that small town boy that's now a man.
So instead I'll say props and keep out my open hand.
Now to Monaynay, from across the parking lot.
you've always had my back and when I say I love you,
it's for real real not for play play,
although I tend to front on the spot.
I wanted to let you know about the above shpeal,
that you taped my broken bones and magically made them heal.
When I was locked away you were angry.
Single words spoken on the phone to repay me.
And when I was doped up and fixed on no goals,
you were the one who stuck a hand out and took hold.
"Wake the ******** up b***h,
this isn't a dream.
You gotta fight,
you're gonna bleed,
you'll get tired,
but you have to breath!
Stand up for a minute,
open your eyes and inhale for once,
you're not alone kid,
you just took a rough punch.
But now that I peeled those eyes open, without endorphin rushes or nicotine smoking,
I want you to know you're loved.
Now let's go out and get drunk."
And for that right there I've found myself with deep gratitude,
for dealing with my sorry excuse for a positive attitude.
Thank you for always standing beside me in the mirror,
and fixing my face so I can see things a little bit clearer.
Forever and always I'm your friend.
And even when I don't call,
or text,
or come over.
You know your in m heart,
and that means weather I'm drunk or sober.
Black, red, blue, sad happy, whatever.
You are my best friend, a real go getter.
And to your future, the best of luck.
You know I'm always here if you need some feathers to pluck,
or drink to suck,
or sadness to spew.
I really love you girl,
I really truly do.
And to mister Lowenski,
the man who wants to marry me, of all people.
I adore your mind,
your soul
and your aquatic plant steeple.
I dig the tunes and the grooves,
I respect you for the way you make moves.
The quick hands and steady heart,
the way you saw me put together then pulled me apart.
Examined the inside and declared it art.
Goddamn I'm glad three years ago one day,
I saw you in that apartment closed off and away,
acid melting in a world of your own,
making me wonder about such a colorful stone.
Something bloomed,
alive and vivid,
and the next time we talk your voice made me get it.
Times change us all,
including everyone I know.
A insightful 20th of April,
and no more yearning for the snow.
Mushroom clouds, windows down, cigarettes up.
We smiled at one another just for good luck.
Every sentence made sense.
The words and movements perfect to blend.
A water color painting of just friends,
ink spotted and remade into a lover's spit mend.
There goes my heart again,
speaking for my logic.
You can control my emotions with the flick of a wrist,
light kiss or giggle fit.
But you don't own it,
nor do you attempt to wrangle and control it.
You use it when needed then place you gun back in it's holster.
You're a fine man darling, and I can't wait to upholster,
some old couch with new fabric,
old walls with paint to match it.
Fill our kitchen with all the food you'd ever want to eat,
and conventionally combined our strange ways to beat,
that lonely awful thing that follows all humans.
The wanting to be accepted,
the yearning to battle through the demented,
and come out,
triumphant,
unscathed.
Because we have made it through life, with all the shithead mistakes.
I want to conquer it with you.
And I know you want that too, so let's dance away the doom,
with a Disclosure mix in our brand new bedroom.
I'll share my life with you if you'll let me.
I'll make it as happy as it can possibly be.
And sometimes it won't be so nice,
but you're the one that told me it will all be alright.
Hold it,
now my rythms all ******** and I'm losing my focus.
Like this s**t even had a purpose at all besides me letting you know,
I love you Paul.
I love you Dylan.
I love you Tanisha.
You are the people that have shifted my brain and made my heart rip, rock, beat and explode.
This is a new chapter of my life and you are the three golden keys.
That unlocked the one door un-opened inside me.
And yes,there's a fellow named Charles who also dabbled,
in the the art of fine writing my soul and the directions I choose to travel.
But that was years ago now and we're both doing our thing.
Every now and then we'll send each other a little ping,
this that and such about our lives.
He sculpted my soul before you saw it.
And you ll fixed the flaws that made it unhearted.
I feel stronger now than I ever have before.
Now if you all could take the floor for a second and bow,
to your number one fan sitting out here in the crowd.
I just want to applaud and let you know now,
that I appreciate you all.
Now smile, you're famous.
Or something like that.
Hello history,
how dear and close you are to me.
Those memories you wrapped so nice,
and the wounds that you put on ice.
The cuts you've sewn,
mistakes from which you've grown.
Pills swallowed and stolen,
promises made then broken.
Hearts healed and then wrecked,
with the awful things I have said.
The nights on that bathroom floor,
dry heaving and tossing, begging for more.
Something real like death to settle the score,
of all the people I ruined with bruises and sores.
For all the hems and seams I had torn.
And the little thread that tried to keep me secure.
Speaking of Soares,
I have to apologize.
Specifically you to for all the trouble and the lies.
To commend you for your seemingly infinite tries,
to heal my broken wing so I could finally fly.
Although you never saw me when I took off, I've landed,
back in the place I was born and demanded,
that I bring all my ******** up ways to an end.
I'm just sorry I couldn't convince you that I still consider you a friend.
Now that I mentioned,
once again for the umpteenth time that I respect him,
I'm hoping, dear angels, he may listen,
to the words that I'm taking the effort to position,
on the air flow straight through his ear to his brain,
so maybe someday he can say that I am sane.
Until then there will be these stupid poems,
to hold his attention till he allows me to get to know 'em.
The new Pete,
not the Poutey,
Shout out to you love, you made it out of the county,
and by county I meant high school.
I knew that you could do it.
You're more than just wise and you didn't need a diploma to prove it.
And another shout out to the next girl you love and holds your heart too.
You break that ******** thing and I'll surely let loose.
So hold him close and b***h don't you let him go.
He's a fine fellow, and I would be the one to know.
I ruined his brain made him insane for a moment,
but then he broke those ties and flew, and went straight to my face to show it.
And I can't convey how proud I am,
of that small town boy that's now a man.
So instead I'll say props and keep out my open hand.
Now to Monaynay, from across the parking lot.
you've always had my back and when I say I love you,
it's for real real not for play play,
although I tend to front on the spot.
I wanted to let you know about the above shpeal,
that you taped my broken bones and magically made them heal.
When I was locked away you were angry.
Single words spoken on the phone to repay me.
And when I was doped up and fixed on no goals,
you were the one who stuck a hand out and took hold.
"Wake the ******** up b***h,
this isn't a dream.
You gotta fight,
you're gonna bleed,
you'll get tired,
but you have to breath!
Stand up for a minute,
open your eyes and inhale for once,
you're not alone kid,
you just took a rough punch.
But now that I peeled those eyes open, without endorphin rushes or nicotine smoking,
I want you to know you're loved.
Now let's go out and get drunk."
And for that right there I've found myself with deep gratitude,
for dealing with my sorry excuse for a positive attitude.
Thank you for always standing beside me in the mirror,
and fixing my face so I can see things a little bit clearer.
Forever and always I'm your friend.
And even when I don't call,
or text,
or come over.
You know your in m heart,
and that means weather I'm drunk or sober.
Black, red, blue, sad happy, whatever.
You are my best friend, a real go getter.
And to your future, the best of luck.
You know I'm always here if you need some feathers to pluck,
or drink to suck,
or sadness to spew.
I really love you girl,
I really truly do.
And to mister Lowenski,
the man who wants to marry me, of all people.
I adore your mind,
your soul
and your aquatic plant steeple.
I dig the tunes and the grooves,
I respect you for the way you make moves.
The quick hands and steady heart,
the way you saw me put together then pulled me apart.
Examined the inside and declared it art.
Goddamn I'm glad three years ago one day,
I saw you in that apartment closed off and away,
acid melting in a world of your own,
making me wonder about such a colorful stone.
Something bloomed,
alive and vivid,
and the next time we talk your voice made me get it.
Times change us all,
including everyone I know.
A insightful 20th of April,
and no more yearning for the snow.
Mushroom clouds, windows down, cigarettes up.
We smiled at one another just for good luck.
Every sentence made sense.
The words and movements perfect to blend.
A water color painting of just friends,
ink spotted and remade into a lover's spit mend.
There goes my heart again,
speaking for my logic.
You can control my emotions with the flick of a wrist,
light kiss or giggle fit.
But you don't own it,
nor do you attempt to wrangle and control it.
You use it when needed then place you gun back in it's holster.
You're a fine man darling, and I can't wait to upholster,
some old couch with new fabric,
old walls with paint to match it.
Fill our kitchen with all the food you'd ever want to eat,
and conventionally combined our strange ways to beat,
that lonely awful thing that follows all humans.
The wanting to be accepted,
the yearning to battle through the demented,
and come out,
triumphant,
unscathed.
Because we have made it through life, with all the shithead mistakes.
I want to conquer it with you.
And I know you want that too, so let's dance away the doom,
with a Disclosure mix in our brand new bedroom.
I'll share my life with you if you'll let me.
I'll make it as happy as it can possibly be.
And sometimes it won't be so nice,
but you're the one that told me it will all be alright.
Hold it,
now my rythms all ******** and I'm losing my focus.
Like this s**t even had a purpose at all besides me letting you know,
I love you Paul.
I love you Dylan.
I love you Tanisha.
You are the people that have shifted my brain and made my heart rip, rock, beat and explode.
This is a new chapter of my life and you are the three golden keys.
That unlocked the one door un-opened inside me.
And yes,there's a fellow named Charles who also dabbled,
in the the art of fine writing my soul and the directions I choose to travel.
But that was years ago now and we're both doing our thing.
Every now and then we'll send each other a little ping,
this that and such about our lives.
He sculpted my soul before you saw it.
And you ll fixed the flaws that made it unhearted.
I feel stronger now than I ever have before.
Now if you all could take the floor for a second and bow,
to your number one fan sitting out here in the crowd.
I just want to applaud and let you know now,
that I appreciate you all.
Now smile, you're famous.
Or something like that.